Mom Jeans, Shoes and Tops: Keeping the High Waist Flattering
I spent years avoiding mom jeans because everyone told me the same thing: they are shapeless, unflattering, the denim equivalent of giving up. The name itself does the marketing for…
I spent years avoiding mom jeans because everyone told me the same thing: they are shapeless, unflattering, the denim equivalent of giving up. The name itself does the marketing for…
I bought my first pair of wide leg jeans standing in a fitting room that smelled like new denim and desperation, on a lunch break, with exactly eleven minutes before…
I wore light blue jeans to a rehearsal dinner once, paired with a chambray shirt I genuinely believed was “a different enough shade” to pass as intentional. It was not.…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last Thanksgiving, wearing charcoal gray chinos with a rust colored flannel and white sneakers, and said, “Okay, when did…
I bought my first jean jacket at nineteen, paired it with jeans that were maybe half a shade off from the jacket, and wore the whole outfit to a barbecue…
I was standing in front of the closet at six forty in the morning, one sock on, coffee going cold on the dresser, holding two shirts up against a navy…
I was sitting on the kitchen floor last Sunday night with a can of shoe polish, a horsehair brush, and three pairs of shoes lined up like suspects, trying to…
I own three pairs of cream pants now, which feels like a strange thing to admit given that my first experience with the color ended with me standing in a…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last Thanksgiving, coffee in hand, jeans tucked into a pair of oxblood Ariats, and said, “Okay, Yellowstone, what happened…
I was standing in front of the closet at seven in the morning, coffee already going lukewarm on the dresser, doing the thing I do most days, which is stare…